Is
The Recognition of
Our true Identity..
An Identity
Which does not
Depend on anything
External to that
Which precedes and
Penetrates all that we
Know and do...

The flow of blood
Bears the oxygen from
The lungs..to our
Extremities...delivering
Sustenance to extend the
Lifetime of each organism..

Or..is this a flow within
Consciousness..an activity
Made of Consciousness..
Our conditioning most often
Selects the first option
Overlooking this One..

So..our new paradigm of
Consciousness-only
Suggests both options
Simultaneously..rendering
The flow of blood and
Oxygen delivery as
Appearances within
Appearances..Showtime
In Grey's Anatomy..!

Freedom at last
From grasping illusions..

There is a
Seeming permanence in
Pikes Peak..we see photos
From a century past and
What stood then stands now..
Yet..geologically we are told
The Peak is doomed to crumble
Rendering it's permanency
As temporary..and taking a
Place beside the Lilac..
Readily known as short-lived..
But Nature Herself stands
Proclaiming Her Silence
Within which Peak and Lilac
Enter and depart..

To the airy king
Subjects of perdition bow.
Breathing in their fate.

I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.